Wednesday, November 23, 2016

The Cutter

 
I have a story
 
I need to tell
 
Please don't judge
 
I am not well
 
I cry for help
 
No one listens
 
Now see my blood
 
How it glistens
 
I cut, I slice
 
All for release
 
Inflicting pain
 
Brings me a peace
 
My unseen hurt
 
Will cut, will slice
 
Scarred inside me
 
I pay this price
 
Think me crazy
 
Or call me weak
 
My one thick skin
 
A healing streak
 
This razor friend
 
I crave, I need
 
To slash my flesh
 
And feel it bleed
 
 
©S. Austin Vincoski